Philip Seymour Hoffman is the acting equivalent of a free range egg - he's regarded as the best in his field, The Guardian bang on about him, and he's white and round. He's also got a very high production rate at the moment.

A couple of weeks ago, I was raving about him in Charlie Wilson's War. Now he's Jon Savage, a professor who with his aspiring playwright sister Wendy (the underappreciated Laura Linney), goes back to where he grew up to care for their father, who never showed them affection, but has dementia.

It might sound like a film where nothing much happens and everyone just talks at great length about how their lives didn't turn out the way they imagined. And it is.

You're expected to be interested in the problems of people who don't really have any proper problems, while two good actors deliver very long speeches.

Well, I'm going to buck that trend and keep it short - I didn't think this was much cop.